The Price of Being Untouchable

Your hands snap back around his neck, dragging his mouth back down onto yours before the last word even leaves his lips. Satoru lets out a low, muffled growl against your mouth, his unshielded Six Eyes flaring electric blue in the dim incense light as he abandons every last shred of restraint. His heavy hands slide down to lock around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest so hard the silk mattress groans beneath you both, his mouth devouring yours with an absolute, feverish intensity. He breaks the kiss by a fraction of an inch, his hot breath washing over your damp skin as his knuckles bruise into your hipbones, pinning you firmly underneath him.

Satoru Gojo: "You talk a lot of game for someone who's completely trapped, Mikasa."

🔥 roll him onto his back and take total control

You leverage your weight in a swift, decisive shift, placing your hands against his broad chest and driving Satoru flat onto his back against the damp silk pillows. He yields instantly, a deep, breathless laugh rumbling from his chest as his hands slide up from your waist to grip your thighs, anchoring you firmly over him. The unshielded electric blue of his Six Eyes burns up at you from the bed, devoid of his Limitless, entirely bare and pinned beneath your absolute claim.

Satoru Gojo: "Now that's a power move, Zen'in. You really think you can hold me down when I let go?"

🫦 press your mouth to his pulse point

You lean down over his throat, pressing your lips directly against the heavy, thunderous thrum of his pulse point. Beneath your mouth, Satoru’s breath hitches violently; his hands drag up your thighs to lock hard around your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as his hips rise off the damp silk mattress to meet your weight. Without his Limitless to cushion the impact, the absolute, unshielded heat radiating from his chest burns through your clothes, his electric blue eyes wide and dark as he stares up at you from the pillows.

🫦 bite his collarbone and hold his waist

Your teeth sink into the taut slope of his collarbone, matching the fierce grip of your hands on his waist as you lock him firmly against the silk sheets. Satoru lets out a sharp, ragged gasp that vibrates directly through your chest, his unshielded Six Eyes dilating into a deep, electric void as his fingers tangle ruthlessly into your dark curls. Slowly, with deliberate focus, he reaches beside his head, grabs his expensive dark sunglasses off the damp pillow, and slides them into your palm—surrendering the last physical emblem of his untouchable persona entirely to your keeping.

Satoru Gojo: "You're playing with fire without a domain, Mikasa, and I'm not offering you a refund when you get burned."

🫦 "Then burn, Satoru." — kiss him hard

Your mouth meets his in a brutal, uncompromising kiss that captures his sharp intake of air before he can even finish the thought. Satoru's hands arch off the mattress to knot heavily into the fabric of your top, pulling you down until there isn't a single millimeter of space between your body and his unshielded chest. The expensive dark sunglasses rest firmly in your grip now, leaving his Six Eyes completely naked and fixed on you, glowing with an intense, raw clarity as he completely surrenders his physical authority to your claim.

Satoru Gojo: "You really don't hesitate, do you? Fine. Burn me down, Zen'in."

🫦 pull him up by his collar

You tighten your fist around the crisp silk of his suit collar and haul Satoru up off the pillows, forcing his weight forward until your foreheads almost brush. He doesn't resist for a single second; his breath hitches as his hands drag up from your waist to lock firmly over yours, his unshielded electric blue eyes fixed directly on yours with an intense, helpless clarity. The dark sunglasses rest heavily in your left hand, cold and smooth against your palm, while the heat off his unshielded chest radiates right through your clothes. Satoru leans in until his mouth grazes the corner of your jaw, his grip on your hipbones shifting from a hold into a full, breathless yield.

Satoru Gojo: "You know, Mikasa... most people spend their whole lives trying to get me to notice them, and here you are, hauling me around like you already own the place."

🫦 Kiss him until he admits who owns who

You press your mouth against his, deepening the kiss until his breath breaks completely and his entire body goes lax under your grip. His unshielded Six Eyes flicker dark and wide, completely drowning in your proximity, his heavy hands shifting to rest lightly on your waist in absolute surrender. The silk of his jacket feels damp under your fingers, and the heavy dark sunglasses cold against your left palm as he lets out a quiet, rumbling laugh against your lips. He doesn't pull back a single inch, perfectly content to lie beneath your weight on the damp silk mattress.

Satoru Gojo: "Alright, alright... You win, Zen'in. You own the strongest sorcerer in the world. Now what are you going to do with me?"

👑 Demand he say it louder

His unshielded Six Eyes flare white-hot in the dim suite as your fingers lock tighter into his expensive white suit collar. Satoru doesn't fight your weight for a second; instead, his large hands drag up from your waist to cup the back of your head, pulling your face down until his lips brush the shell of your ear. His breath is hot, shallow, and completely unshielded as his fingers entwine in your dark curls, pinning your head right where he wants it.

Satoru Gojo: "Say it louder? Mikasa... the entire villa already knows I'm yours. But if you want the room to hear it..."

🔥 Pull him off the bed onto the floor

You lock your fingers into his collar and haul Satoru straight off the damp silk mattress, sending both of your weights tumbling onto the polished hardwood floor. He lets out a sharp, genuine laugh as he hits the boards beneath you, his hands instantly catching your hips to cushion your fall so you land firmly back on top of his chest. His unshielded Six Eyes gleam up at you in the dim room, entirely exposed and glowing white-hot, his breath hot and ragged against your jaw.

Satoru Gojo: "You really don't believe in doing things by halves, do you, Zen'in?"

🫦 pin his wrists to the floor above his head

You drive his wrists back against the cold polished hardwood above his head, your weight settled heavily over his ribs as you pin him flat to the floor. Satoru's unshielded Six Eyes widen, white-hot and completely bare in the dim light of the suite, but he offers zero resistance—his fingers simply flex around yours as he yields completely to your physical hold. The heavy sunglasses rest against your hip, the polished floorboards vibration-free without his Limitless boundary active, leaving his chest rising and falling hard beneath your grip.

Satoru Gojo: "You're really taking this 'total control' thing to heart, aren't you? Not that I'm complaining... but what's the verdict, Mikasa? Do I pass your inspection, or are you going to keep me locked down all night?"

🫦 Press your lips to his exposed neck

You press your lips directly over the hard, pounding pulse in his neck, the skin burning hot against your mouth as his breath catches in a sharp, ragged gasp. His head tilts back against the floorboards, leaving the long, pale line of his throat utterly defenseless under your weight, his chest heaving violently beneath your ribs. His hands stay pinned flat beneath yours, his unshielded Six Eyes burning with a wild, blinding intensity as his whole body hums with the electric current of total surrender.

Satoru Gojo: "You're really going for the pulse point, huh... No shield, no infinity, completely at your mercy... guess you really do own every inch of me tonight, Mikasa."

🔥 Release his wrists and trace his chest

You let go of his wrists, your fingers trailing slowly down the middle of his chest over the fine silk of his unbuttoned collar. Satoru shuddering under the light touch, his entire frame tightening as your fingertips map the hard muscle beneath. His dark sunglasses sit abandoned on the floorboards beside your knee, leaving his unshielded Six Eyes completely exposed to yours, bright and unreadable in the dim room light. Without his Limitless boundary between you, his heartbeat thumps hard and steady against your palm.

Satoru Gojo: "You're not planning on letting me up anytime tonight, are you, Zen'in?"

🫦 Kiss him until he loses his mind

You crush your mouth over his, smothering his breathless laugh before it can fully clear his throat. Without his Limitless to absorb the impact, Satoru groans softly against your lips, his fingers tangling wildly into your dark curls as he hauls you down flush against his chest, completely abandoning every shred of his arrogant composure. The raw, unshielded heat of his Six Eyes burns against your closed eyelids until his mouth parts under yours, his breath hitched and completely undone as he surrenders the entire cadence of the kiss over to your uncompromising pace.

Satoru Gojo: "You're ruthless, Mikasa... absolute, terrifyingly ruthless."

👑 Tell him he belongs to you now

His unshielded Six Eyes search your face with a fierce, absolute gravity, the playful smirk finally melting into something raw and entirely unmasked. Satoru’s hands move from your dark curls to slide down your spine, locking his fingers firmly over the small of your back to press you even tighter against his ribcage. The pulse beneath your palm stammers before smoothing out into a hard, steady rhythm, utterly helpless under the weight of your declaration.

Satoru Gojo: "I've been yours since the moment you took these sunglasses off my face, Mikasa... and you're never giving them back, are you?"

🫦 Smooth his hair back and claim his mouth again

Your fingers slide through the soft, snow-white strands of his unstyled hair, smoothing it back off his forehead as you press your weight firmly back down against his chest. Satoru's eyes flutter shut the second your lips meet his again, his breath hitching into a low, rumbling groan that echoes through the quiet expanse of the suite. His hands slide up from the small of your back to curve over your waist, his thumbs digging into the hem of your top as he arches into the kiss, yielding every fraction of control to your ruthless rhythm. The room stays dead quiet around you, the dark, unlit camera lenses completely blind to the absolute surrender playing out on the hardwood.

Satoru Gojo: "You're really not going to leave me a single inch of breathing room, are you? Good... because if you stopped now, I'd probably have to destroy the cameras myself."

🔥 Pull him up by his lapels

You bunch the crisp fabric of his white lapels in your fists, hauling his shoulders up off the hardwood until he's forced onto his elbows, his head tilted back as you pull him up into your space. Satoru lets out a low, breathy laugh against your neck, his unshielded Six Eyes burning into yours at point-blank range while his heavy hands slide from your waist up to grip your forearms, steadying your weight above him. Without his Limitless to cushion the movement, every line of tension in his shoulders translates straight through your knuckles, his pulse thumping hard against the silk in your grip.

Satoru Gojo: "Careful with the tailored silk, Mikasa... though if you're ripping it off, I won't stop you."

🫦 Bite his lower lip and demand a promise

Your teeth catch his lower lip, sharp and deliberate enough to steal his breath mid-sentence, drawing a low, ragged hiss from his throat as he tilts his head back into your grip. Satoru doesn't pull away; instead, his hands slide firmly up your back, his heavy palms pressing flat between your shoulder blades to lock you down flush against him on the hardwood. His unshielded Six Eyes flare with a sudden, blinding intensity in the dark room, the vast weight of his infinite energy hummed low and dangerously close to the surface as his thumb traces the curve of your jaw, forcing you to look at every unmasked inch of him.

Satoru Gojo: "I’ll give you the villa, the broadcast feeds, and every curse inside the barrier, Mikasa… if you promise you won't give those dark lenses back to anyone else."

🫦 Kiss the spot you just bit

You press your mouth directly against the sharp, stinging nick on his lower lip, tasting the faint trace of salt before soothing the heat with a slow, ruthless press of your tongue. Satoru’s breath hitches sharply into his chest, his fingers digging deep into the fabric of your top between your shoulder blades as a shudder runs straight down his long frame. The unshielded, electric blue of his Six Eyes dilates in the dim balcony light, completely bare and helpless under your touch as he tilts his head back against the hardwood, surrendering every last thread of his pride to the bite of your mouth.

Satoru Gojo: "You’re going to leave a mark, Mikasa… and every camera crew in Shinjuku is going to know exactly who put it there."

🔥 Drag your mouth down to his throat

Your mouth slides down the line of his jaw, tracing the heat humming along his skin until your lips press firm against the sharp pulse beating in his throat. Satoru’s head falls back against the hardwood floor with a sharp exhale, his entire spine arching up into your chest as a shudder runs through him. Without his Limitless to cushion the contact, the raw, unshielded pulse under his throat stammers hard beneath your tongue, completely open and unmasked to your ruthless weight. His hands tighten between your shoulder blades, fingers knotting into the fabric of your top to hold you flush against him as he surrenders every remaining inch of his space to your mouth.

Satoru Gojo: "Mikasa... if you leave a mark there, I won't be able to wear a high collar without everyone knowing who put it there."

🫦 Bite his throat where his pulse beats

Your teeth sink firmly into the flush skin directly over his fluttering carotid, pressing hard enough to drag a sharp, strangled gasp straight out of his chest. Satoru’s fingers violently tangle into the dark curls at the back of your neck, his entire body shuddering violently off the hardwood as he arches up into your mouth, completely wide open and exposed. There is no blue glow, no infinity, no barrier—just the raw, terrifying heat of his blood pounding against your lips as he yields every ounce of his legendary composure to your bite.

Satoru Gojo: "You're actually going to leave a scar, aren't you? Go on, then... make sure it's deep enough that even Reverse Cursed Energy can't smooth it out."

💬 Whispering a claim against his skin

Your breath rushes hot and shallow against the bruised skin above his pulse, your lips brushing the raw bite mark as you whisper your absolute claim directly into his throat. Satoru’s entire body convulses under you, a low, thick groan torn from his chest as his fingers tighten violently in your dark curls, pressing your mouth back down into his flesh. The unshielded, electric blue of his Six Eyes burns wide and completely undone into the dark balcony ceiling, his chest heaving under your weight while his hips arch up to lock you flush against his lap. The raw, unmetered heat of his cursed energy surges wild and unconstrained across the hardwood, echoing the possessive violence of your grip as he yields every remaining barrier to your command.

Satoru Gojo: "Say it louder against my collar, Zen'in... make sure the curses under the floorboards hear who owns the strongest."

🫦 Sink your teeth in deeper

Your teeth puncture the soft skin over his pulsing artery, sinking deep enough to taste the copper heat of his blood as he lets out a shuddering, unmetered groan that reverberates straight into your chest. Satoru’s entire frame violently locks under yours, his knuckles turning white where they grip your waist, but his Limitless remains utterly dead, completely surrendering every defensive layer of his existence to your bite. The electric blue glow of his unshielded Six Eyes dilates into absolute pitch as he tilts his head farther back against the floorboards, pinning your hips down flush to his lap so you can take every remaining fraction of his breath. Satoru Gojo belongs entirely to you on this balcony floor, marked so deeply that no technique in the world will ever clean your name off his throat.

Satoru Gojo: "Do it… bite through if you want to. Leave something even Reversed Cursed Energy can't erase from me."

💋 Press your mouth hard over his lips

You pull your teeth back from the warm, copper taste at his throat and seal your mouth hard over his, smothering his sharp exhale against your lips. Satoru’s entire frame arches off the hardwood floor as his hands lock violently around your waist, pulling your weight flush against his chest as he kisses you back with an unrestrained, desperate hunger. The unshielded, electric blue of his Six Eyes burns wide into the dark balcony air, completely bare and helpless under your total, possessive weight as the last remaining barrier between you shatters.

Satoru Gojo: "You really don't leave any room for anyone else in my head, do you? Take all of it then... I'm not going anywhere."

🫦 Hold his face, drink in his surrender

Your palms frame the sharp, heated contour of his jawline, thumbs sweeping over his cheekbones to tilt his head fully back into the dark floorboards. Satoru doesn't flinch or pull away; the unshielded, electric intensity of his Six Eyes locks directly onto yours, completely wide open and exposed under your absolute weight. The dark blood pooling at his throat glistens against his skin, contrasting sharply with the pale silk of his undone collar as his fingers tighten possessively around your waist, pulling you down until every breath he takes is pressed straight into your ribs. He yields to the absolute dominance of your grip, his pulse heavy and wild against the wood beneath you.

Satoru Gojo: "Drink it all in, Zen'in. Look at me... you're the only one who gets to see the strongest look like this."

💋 Kiss his jawline down to his collar

Your lips drag a slow, bruising path along the sharp line of his jaw, tracing the heat of his skin straight down to the base of his throat where his blood still warm against your mouth. Satoru lets out a sharp, ragged breath that vibrates directly against your lips, his hips lifting off the floorboards to lock you even tighter against his lap. His hands slide up from your waist to grip the back of your head, his long fingers tangling into your dark curls to press your mouth mercilessly into the dip of his collarbone. The Six Eyes flicker with a wild, unmetered light overhead, completely unshielded and entirely yours.

Satoru Gojo: "You're not going to stop until you've mapped every single pulse point, are you? Go on then... take the collarbone too, Mikasa."

💋 Drag your mouth back to his lips

Your mouth crushes over his before the breath can even leave his lungs, devouring the sharp, ragged sigh he gives up into your lips. Satoru’s fingers tangle violently in the dark curls at the nape of your neck, pulling your head down to deepen the kiss until his chest heaves beneath yours in complete, unshielded rhythm. His Limitless remains entirely dead—a deliberate, absolute surrender—leaving his raw cursed energy to ripple across the steaming water of the Pavilion pool behind you. He arches his hips up against the hardwood floorboards, locking you flush against his lap as the metallic taste of his blood seals your claim into his skin forever.

Satoru Gojo: "You really don't know how to do anything by halves, do you? Good. Don't start now."

💪 Pull his collar open to mark him deeper

Your hands grip the crisp, tailored silk of his lapels and tear the collar wide, sending a pearl button skittering across the dark hardwood floor. Satoru’s chest heaves under your palms, the pale skin of his sternum completely exposed to the night air, flushed red and slick with the heat of his own frantic pulse. He doesn't raise a finger to stop you; his arms simply wrap tighter around your waist, hauling your weight down until your lips press directly over the beat of his heart. The electric blue glow of his unshielded Six Eyes burns through the dark, tracking every deliberate movement of your mouth against his skin.

Satoru Gojo: "Mark as far down as you want, Zen'in... but if you pull that silk any lower, I'm taking you inside that room and locking the door for the rest of the week."

🔑 Pull him toward the private suite door

Your hand closes around the torn silk at his chest, hauling his weight up off the hardwood floorboards as you drag him toward the heavy mahogany doors of the private suite. Satoru doesn't resist; his long legs scramble briefly against the wood before he catches his balance, his arms staying locked firmly around your waist as he lets you command his body. His white collar hangs completely ruined around his shoulders, exposing the fresh, dark marks on his throat to the cold night air as the brass suite key in your pocket heavy against your hip. The unshielded, blinding electric blue of his Six Eyes stays fixed on your face, tracking every inch of your movement as you pull him up the final step to the threshold.

Satoru Gojo: "You really can't wait to get me behind closed doors, can you, Zen'in? Fine. Lead the way... but once that key turns, I'm not letting you up for air."

🔑 Unlock the mahogany door and drag him inside

The heavy brass key turns with a sharp, echoing click, and you shove the massive mahogany door open, dragging Satoru past the threshold before kicking it shut with your heel. The thick timber slams closed against the outer world, sealing off the soft murmur of the Pavilion water and the distant red glow of the villa's sky. Satoru immediately spins you around, his hands sliding up to frame your waist against the cool, dark wood of the locked door as his unshielded blue eyes burn into yours in the dim suite light. His ruined shirt hangs loosely off his broad shoulders, his pulse hammering against your chest where he holds you flushed tight against his body.

Satoru Gojo: "You really aren't leaving any room for misinterpretation tonight, are you, Mikasa?"

Take me through there

His palms slide slowly up from your waist, smoothing over the fabric of your jacket until his long fingers wrap around your wrists, guiding your hands straight to the belt loops of his dark trousers. The suite opens up behind him in shadowy gold—a massive king-sized bed draped in heavy silk, surrounded by soft glowing lanterns and total, suffocating privacy. Satoru leans down until his nose brushes the curve of your jaw, his warm breath fanning against your skin as the unshielded blue of his eyes tracks every shudder of your chest. He doesn't pull back an inch, his heavy frame crowding you firmly against the locked mahogany door while his pulse thrums wild and unmetered beneath your touch.

Satoru Gojo: "I promised you the whole night once we crossed that threshold, Mikasa. So... where do you want me first?"

👄 Command him to take off his shirt

His dark blue eyes burn with an intense, heat-struck dark as his long fingers hook into the torn silk of his tailored jacket and haul it straight off his shoulders. The immaculate white fabric hits the floorboards with a heavy rustle, quickly followed by his shirt, leaving the pale, sculpted broadness of his chest completely bare to the warm suite lantern light. Deep, rising crimson marks and fresh bite traces stand out sharply across his collarbone and throat where your mouth just claimed him. Satoru leans straight back into your space, pressing his naked chest flush against yours and taking your hands to lock them around his waist.

Satoru Gojo: "Anything you want, Mikasa. You don't even have to ask twice."

🫦 Drag your fingers over his bare chest

Your fingertips trail downward over the exposed muscle of his chest, tracking the sharp rise and fall of his ribs. Satoru lets out a low breath that catches in his throat, his chest expanding under your hand as he arches back slightly against the locked door. His unshielded Six Eyes burn down at you in the dim gold light of the suite, completely stripped of his usual defensive sarcasm as he grips your waist tight enough to leave a mark.

Satoru Gojo: "Go on then, Mikasa. You own the room—don't stop now."

🫦 Drag your nails down to his belt loop